i talk about today first bah...since i havent blogged for so long..
today was the pop. and the seniors 'farewell' party. its not exactly farewell. cause i noe they'll be aroundXD
today after pop was the ceremony when we had to walk down shaking hands of every sec4.
its super touching. at first i couldnt really feel much but then i see gayu chandni and all the sec4s wishing everyone.
i just cried. again in the millionth time! crying. among band members. it has become very normal :)
i cried quite hard..so did everyone else and the guides were looking at us..like errr...
i turned behind me and see the long buffet queue and ive never seen the and so bonded.
its really something cause. i never felt so close to the band. and im really happy im from this batch.
it was really a painful cry...should have seen hemas and joeys face. very.. haha..erm..squished up?
later there was a surprise party for the seniors.
and yeah. waiiit. brilliant old me. left my prezzies in class. hema adel eunice and me ran all around school trying to get keys. and when we got it...we could open 3/9 YAY. but we cant open 3/8...oh man.got me so argh!! we tried using broom nametag keys and erm..eunice was praying. haha.
and i woke up so early to wrap the presents and felt asleep writing the letters!
hmm. so later the party we had a slideshow. each section by each section. when it was tuba and eup.
gayu and chan basically. i felt like crying again..hmm. really makes me miss all the times
den everyone sat in their section to eat the pizza and drink coke. and take section photo!
oh and hemas cake came in! i bet she cried! hehe. i forgot to give her the card tho. AGAIN.
something is wrong with my memory..
hmm yeah so we had fun. i bet the sec1s felt a little strange since they're not really close to the sec4s.
but it'll be fine as it goes along. my 3 darling sec 1s gave me hell yesterday.
they laughed at every tiny thing. and for really long...and i really drained all my energy trying to teach them...
horrible kids man! hope they become sensible like the sec2s BUT NOT HORNY!!!
mariah so cannot control herself.
so yeah took cab home with gayu judee and shelly.
hmm so lets talk about syf. very sensitive topic here.
fine we got a bronze. i kinda accept it. altho i know we were better than that.
its only a medal. it doesnt reflect what each one of us are, or our efforts or our unity.
and even if the other ccas trample over us, we'll go through it together, as a band!
it was really my best performance ever. we really gave our all. since standards raised and our band is united.
i dun think we lost anything. i felt we gained alot thru this syf. and its really uncountable.
im really proud to be a member of saccb! ive nvr said im proud to be anything before.
but im just really happy im from this band. i love it! haha!
we rock! lets work hard tog again!!! XDXD
hmm. lets talk about mr choo the guitar instructor. hahha.
its really nice! ahhh. he brought me to tears altho i was alr crying.
he said we had a standard of a gold band i dunno in his eyes or not.
but yeah.everyone from cb likes him! i didnt look at him tho but could hear his voice shaking a lil'
ahhh i cried! at the results never cry but the nxt day assembly i just couldnt take it anymore!!!
so yeah.
haha i hope cb and guitar can get along all the way!
and the juniors! aww. they did the slide today..and haiz. whenever it comes to the juniors i start crying.
its quite annoying cause i feel super emo. like before syf and after. the juniors had always been there for us.
its really sad. like we let them down and all. after the results i kept hearing ppl say ive let the juniors down.
and things like that. cause the juniors really mean alot to us:)
SACCB ROCKS!! i feel so high!
Note: The following content was typed and felt the day after i came back from HAWAII. (fresh feelings. hehe i thought i should only publish it after syf)
im back! dunno if thats good or bad.
if only we could turn back time.
a week or a month earlier when we were just awaiting for the time to fly off away from school.
away from stress. to target something different.
it was where all the excitement awaited us.
running around the hotel.
playing card games in our room. where 10 of us squeezed in.
smelling the bad stench of eaten food.
cup noodles. potato chips. coffee. ice cream. pepsi. biscuits.
all of that filled up my room's dustbins to the brim.
gum wrapper left on my bed. lotion spilled over my quilt. tom yam soup spilled over the extra pillow.
pepsi spilled all over in the fridge. ants crawling everywhere.
a charger was burnt as it was too close to the boiler could almost light the whole hotel on fire. maria!! maria!
a lost handphone. a lost camera cover. a lost passport. a lost ticket. a lost anything.
cooking marcoroni. like we're having a party. drinking cups of pepsi. eating on a cute party plate.
it was a mess. uncooked potato. hard and crunchy. too much garlic. keep it for later.
went to the beach. it was heavenly. white sand. blue water. nice waves.
hot guys and hot girls running everywhere. but as oddballs. we know how to have fun.
study time. be alert. be serious. but we cant help it but break the silence. books and people
sprawled all over the beds, the tables and the floors. asking others to teach us but not absorbing anything.
i just wanna finish the homework.
a haunted room. spooky toilet. eerie room. everyone was afraid.
fend themselves with forks and knives.
but we still went and crowded the room.
i packed everyday. every night. but the rubbish kept coming. i was tired but i kept cleaning. it was too dirty.
why. cuz 6 other people kept raiding my room. sometimes i even feel like cinderella with 9 other step sisters.
but i miss it.
aeroplane flights. tiring and boring. me awake all sleeping. study on the plane. watch repeated movies over again.
await the food i see the stewardess distributing. when are they gonna reach my seat? i keep thinking
playing uno cards and jumping seats. taking rabbit aboard a trip. to somewhere far and i will miss.
transits are fun and interesting. a break from flying to some distand land.
we eat this and that. causing us a stomachache. we bought this and that keeping us happy and smiling.
business. what we came for. dragging the tuba half way round waikiki. receiving much unexpected help. yet sometimes none. get tired and complain about how far we go. yet we still have to do it.
how many times we have done it. the skin on my palms becomes unfeeling.
dinner and dance. we dress up wearing things we never tried wearing. laughing and helping each other along.
the awkwardness on the table. respond and initiate. things i hate yet we just cant wait for it to be over.
conflicts arise. being pissed and all. over small tiny things. such things bound to happen.
find a missing person. instead of 6 people raiding and became 5. which makes a big difference.
but alls well.
and a frustrating junior that can drive you up the wall.
strangling her is what we wanna do.
slow blur and cant seem to communicate. nothing cute. nothing adorable.
but still our junior. everyone avoids her. she thinks shes being ignored. she gets upset.
some of us try talking to her. yet we get frustrated instead.
really wish she could click with everyone more.
australians and alaskans. closest contact ever.
cute guys. everyone is talking about.
why am i never interested?
taking a bus. to pearl harbour.
cool and windy. it was nice. the water creepy. the memorial beautiful.
i always wanted to be there.
the performance, the nervousness. the willpower. to do everything right.
the praises the disappointments.
the uniform. i always wanted to wear together with the band.
the crying. btw the seniors and juniors become so overwhelming. the closeness ive never seen before.
so many dreams happened at once.
the bus rides. the sleeping. the talking. the boredom. everything was fun.
the festival. the hot sun. the headaches. the hoola dancers the war dances.
command performance. results. anxiety. yet we still return to the hotel.
where all the fun starts and ends each day.
breakfast at perrys. something that gets boring. but i miss eating there.
as sections. 10 people squashed up in a tiny table. squeezing, unable to open our legs even a little.
talking about dirty things and laughing.
we began to see everyone so clearly. that we become so close.
during the trip ive never really asked myself when is all this gonna come to an end.
on the trip home. i kept telling myself. i still have 2 plane flights to enjoy and the transit.
i cant believe all this is just ended like this.
the pictures we took seem so little.
i miss the werid sections. i miss hawaii.
i miss every small thing of it.
but now. the focus is on syf:)